This picks up immediately following Ch1 so please read that first to understand what is going on. Like the first chapter this is also fictional, please enjoy.
Rodney
It had been about two weeks since I attempted to breed my brother’s wife. I hadn’t heard a single peep from either one of them. I knew it was getting close to finding out if our little experiment had worked. I was dying to know. Mostly I was hoping it was going to be negative so we could do it again. I decided to devise a plan to stop and see Kaylee when Scott wasn’t there. I needed to see how she would act in front of me after everything.
I knew Scott played golf every Sunday from 10-2 so I planned to stop by asking for him knowing full well that he wouldn’t be there. The only flaw in my plan was I didn’t know if she would be home. I decided that I would stop by at 11 in case she wasn’t home because then I could come back at 1. That would be more than enough time I figured considering she might not even let me in.
Sure enough when I stopped by at 11 she wasn’t home or she wouldn’t answer the door. I didn’t see her car, so she probably wasn’t home. I went to the store to run some errands eventually coming back at 1. I saw her car in the driveway so I knew she was home this time. At least I would know if she was ignoring me. I pulled into the driveway, made my way to the front door and knocked.
Kaylee
I decided it was best not to talk about Rodney based on Scott’s reaction to the last session so we hadn’t seen or heard from him in two weeks. To be honest it was kind of nice. I don’t think I could face him with him knowing that he made me cum multiple times. I just couldn’t give that smug bastard the satisfaction. Only problem is my period was due anytime now. We would have to contact him soon about the results, but not on my weekend.
I love Sundays because Scott plays golf and is out of the house for around five hours. This gives plenty of “me” time. Usually I’ll go out to lunch and shop or maybe go for a hike, depending on the weather. You can imagine my disappointment when shortly after I got home I heard the unmistakable sound of Rodney’s sports car pulling into the driveway. Why do all tiny dick guys drive…oh wait. I felt so stupid in that moment. Now that I think about it, he didn’t have big hand or feet either. He certainly wasn’t black. Were all the tropes about dick size inaccurate? Future research paper I thought to myself.
I considered not answering the door, but my car was in the driveway so that was out. He was probably just looking for Scott and would leave shortly after discovering he wasn’t here. I opened the door.
“Hi Rodney, Scott is out playing golf and won’t be back for another hour or so.”
“Oh, that’s ok I was actually just stopping by to grab my jacket that I left here last time.”
“Where is it? I’ll go grab it for you.”
“I don’t want to put you out, I can’t remember exactly anyway. I think it was by the kitchen maybe, I’ll look for it and be outta here in no time. Sorry to bother you.”
With that he entered the house, heading for the kitchen area. He was wearing light grey sweatpants, black t-shirt and running shoes. I relaxed a bit since he clearly wasn’t dressed to impress if you know what I mean. It did seem that he was just here to just grab his jacket. As he was looking around the kitchen area I couldn’t help but sneak a peek at his crotch. I don’t know how I never noticed this before, but I could clearly see the outline of his head! I couldn’t stop sneaking peeks when I thought he wasn’t looking. It felt so naughty to see his thing in a non sexual situation. I felt like a peeping Tom. Not to mention I had never actually seen the thing that gave me my biggest orgasm ever. I couldn’t help but be curious.
Rodney
I needed an excuse to get inside the house so I said I left my jacket, which was a total crock of shit. Really I just wanted to parade around to see if she would look at my cock. I had purposely worn my light grey pants because I knew you could see the outline pretty easy. I even clubbed up a bit in the car to make it extra noticeable. The plan was to see if she would look or not. I had a hunch that she would, but if she didn’t, I would know that she probably wasn’t sexually interested in me. The breeding session was just a one off thing and would stay that way.
I made a point to look around the kitchen area standing in places where the sunlight would light up my crotch best. I also made a point to not look at her but look in a direction that let me see her eyes. Sure enough I caught her glancing at my crotch every time she thought I wasn’t looking. This was perfect. Now I knew I had her.
“Do you want to see it?”
“Uhh, see what. Your jacket,” I feigned stupidity. Fuck, he had caught me.
“Not my jacket, the thing you’ve been staring at since I got here.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve been looking for the jacket,” I tried to deflect.
“Kaylee, we all know you’ve been looking at my cock this whole time. I can see your eyes you know.”
“I…I…I…just happened to glance down there. I wasn’t staring at it or anything.”
This whole conversation I made a concerted effort NOT to look anywhere even near him. I kept my back or side to him as much as possible so that I wouldn’t peek again. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction I thought to myself. I was quite shocked when I did eventually look at him to defend my last statement and there it was. Rodney had taken it out, leaving his cock and balls to hang over the waistband on his pants.
I couldn’t even pretend to not stare at this point. I know I’m not the most sexually experienced woman in the world. I’ve only slept with three guys and my husband, well four guys now. I’ve only given a handful of handjobs and blowjobs as well. This is all to say I’ve seen about ten penises in real life, not including porn. This one was not like the others. Before this moment I would have said they were all about the same with only some minor differences in appearance. I would have classified none of them as attractive. Size and shape wise most were average. In fact Scott was probably the biggest.
That was before I was gazing at this monstrosity. It looked exactly like that one porn star I mentioned before, John combs, or something like that. Flaccid, it looked as long and thick as Scott’s was hard. Probably more interesting, or at least different, was his foreskin covering about half of his head. His massive meat looked like it was wearing a turtle neck. His balls were enormous too. They hung down more than halfway to the tip and were the size of eggs.
I wanted to look away. I didn’t want to build his ego any more than need be, but I couldn’t. I just couldn’t turn my head. I was stuck in a trance. I even involuntarily rubbed my crotch like I was trying to scratch an itch.
“See anything you like,” broke the silence.
No response from me. Just a simple almost imperceptible head nod.
“Want to touch it?”
Same exact response from me. I was hoping that maybe he wouldn’t see me nod and everything would just go back to normal. I know I was being naive. One doesn’t find themselves in this situation very often so it’s not like I knew what to do. I was so flustered by both the giant cock in front of me and the illicit nature of having my brother in law flashing me. Technically I had already touched it was a thought going through my head. It’s not really cheating considering he fucked me two weeks ago was the other thought. Of course this was ignoring all of the rules we had set in place. My mind was saying fuck the rules right now. It was looking for any loop hole at this point. I knew I was screwed.
Rodney
I must have had my dick hanging out for a few minutes before Kaylee noticed it. I knew Scott would be coming home sort of soon so I was getting a little impatient. Luckily before I had to do anything she turned around. I’ll never get tired of that look. Seen it my whole life. It’s what feeds my ego. I used to joke that like Superman getting energy from the sun I needed to see that look every so often to stay alive. To now see that look coming from miss innocent herself I think my recharge meter was maxed out for another year. I must confess though. As fun as it is to see the look it’s not a guarantee of success. Some woman want nothing to do with it as they are worried it will hurt their jaw or pussy. A few are happy to just look and touch but not fuck or suck. So like all things in life there are pluses and minuses, even a big dick.
Anyway, decided I might as well take this as far as possible so I starting asking if she wanted to touch it. Verbally she remained mute, but her head nodded yes and her eyes were screaming yes. She wasn’t moving so I took the show to her. I’ve played this game before. Some woman want you to be the initiator as if it absolves them of any responsibility. Not a problem, I can take on that responsibility.
As I moved towards her she was eventually pinned back against the kitchen table. I stopped about a foot away to give her enough space to play but also not to make her feel trapped. Even though I was the initiator I needed her have an out if she wanted it. I’m not into having woman do anything they don’t want to. The entire time she never once looked at my face, only my cock. I think she was too embarrassed to acknowledge what was happening.
As I stood there waiting for her to touch it she still didn’t react so I took her hand and placed it around my shaft. Guess she was going to be one of those girls. There was no resistance at all. As soon as I let go she knew exactly what to do. I even think I heard a little moan escape her lips as she began to stroke it.
Kaylee
I told myself that it didn’t count if I didn’t initiate anything. If he made me do it, then it wasn’t my fault. I can’t tell you how secretly excited I was when he reached for my hand. As soon as he placed it on that thick shaft I couldn’t wait to make it hard. The first thing that struck me was how soft it was. The skin felt like a baby’s. Just so smooth and velvety. The next part that I noticed was how fluid the foreskin flowed back and forth. No spit or lube required. Felt like one of those carnival toys that has a hollow tube filled with gel. The skin itself acted as the lubricant and you could now understand natures design. I was fascinated watching the skin completely cover the head and then slide all the way back exposing everything.
Each stroke I could feel the monster getting bigger. When I first started my fingers were overlapping slightly, but as it grew my finger tips were getting further and further apart. By the time it was completely hard my hand was only forming a “C” around the fat shaft. On the out stroke when my hand was all the way to the base it looked like I could fit two more hands on what was exposed. The last thing I realized was how heavy it was. It just seemed to have mass, which is hard to explain. It felt heavy, strong and powerful.
As I was jerking off my brother-in-law in the kitchen of my own house I realized that my panties were soaked. My mind may have wished for different circumstances. Namely not my brash, annoying brother-in-law. However, my body was reacting quite expectedly. I was very torn about what I should do. I deeply wanted to rub my clit, but couldn’t give Rodney the satisfaction of me masturbating to his cock. That was too much ego stroking.
Rodney
Once my cock was fully hard I knew Kaylee had to be getting wet. If the other night was any indicator she wasn’t one to suffer from dry pussy. I needed to be slow and delicate. I didn’t want to scare her off, so I started with something simple.
“Take off your shirt.”
“I can’t.”
“You got to see me, just the shirt, you can leave the bra on.”
I could see her mulling it over in her head as she never once stopped playing with my cock. Kaylee did start slowing down and this is when I knew she would do it. Sure enough, keeping a hand on my shaft she used the other to pull the t-shirt over her head. Holy shit. I could see why she was hesitant. Her bra was very thin and see thru. I could make out everything and they were spectacular. She appeared to have those slightly puffy nipples, light areola and even lighter pink nipple. They reminded me of Miley Cyrus’ except Kaylee’s were slightly larger. My dick instantly flexed extra hard as her tits came into view. I think she liked that because I saw a small smile flash across her face.
Kaylee
I wanted to take all of my clothes off and get fucked on this table if I was being honest with myself. In reality, I have standards, so that wasn’t going to happen. I couldn’t let this go any further than it already had. So far nothing “bad” or regrettable had happened in my eyes. So when he asked me to remove my shirt I was very hesitant. I didn’t want to escalate things, but he did have a point. I figured what’s the big deal, he’s seen me in a bikini before. It wasn’t until I began to remove the shirt and caught a glimpse of my bra, that I realized I was wearing the see thru one. Shit. Well at least he clearly likes my tits because I felt a surge of blood fill his already very hard cock when he saw them. Never underestimate the power of a good ego boost. It made me smile knowing he liked them, even if I didn’t necessarily like him. Always good to be appreciated.
Rodney
Kaylee was standing before me in her sexy bra, loose skirt and sandals. This was going straight into the spank bank. What I really wanted to see was her pussy again. I caught a low light glimpse of it in the room, but I really needed to see it in full light. I didn’t really know how to achieve my goal though. She was already stroking me in the kitchen of their house so I didn’t want to get too greedy. I didn’t want to fuck her either because I wanted he to want that in the future. This was just supposed to be a taste. To get her excited about me. Bringing her pussy out could jeopardize that. God did it feel good to have her hand wrapped around me.
You’d think getting a hand job at this stage in life wouldn’t be that great. You’d be wrong. It really brought me back to my younger years and I think that made it more exciting. Coupled with the fact that it was my brother’s wife doing it and yeah, it was pretty fucking good.
Bbbbzzzz…Bbbbzzzz…Bbbbzzzz…Bbbbzzzz…
I heard Kaylee’s phone vibrating on the table and the screen was indicating an incoming call from Scott. I looked at her, then she looked at me and then we both looked at the phone. She had stopped playing with me while she looked at the phone. I think maybe it reminded her that she was doing something she shouldn’t.
Bbbbzzzz…Bbbbzzzz…Bbbbzzzz…Bbbbzzzz…
Kaylee
Fuck. Why was Scott calling me? He never calls, he pretty much only ever texts. I ignored the first one thinking maybe it was a butt dial or something. When the phone went off again I decided I had to answer it.
“Hey babe, what’s up?” I tried to say in my most casual manner.
“Uh huh…ok…Holy Shit!” I yelped that last exclamation as Rodney had grabbed my waist and lifted me up onto the table. I had almost forgot he was there as my mind was incredibly focused on talking to Scott in the most benign manner possible.
“Sorry babe, I almost dropped the phone on the tile floor again.”
I put my hand back on Rodney’s cock mostly to prevent him from trying to fuck me. At least it seemed like that was going to be his goal, as now my pussy was at perfect insertion height. I made a point to jerk him again so that his large tool was pointing up and away from my crotch. Again, I know he has technically already fucked me, but that was different because Scott and I agreed to do it together. Not to mention it was only supposed to be for procreation…despite what may have happened. Would Scott be happy about the current situation? Of course not, but to me there was a big difference between 2nd base and a home run.
“Sounds like you had a great game honey…uh huh…yeah…ahhhh…ok sounds good,” I said as I continued to stroke that meaty monster.
Rodney
I couldn’t believe she answered the phone. What the hell was she playing at here. Maybe I didn’t know the real Kaylee, as this was a dangerous game she was playing. I figured I’d test her limits so I grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up onto the table. When I set her down her legs were spread wide to go around me leaving me a great view of her panty covered pussy. God damn what a sight. She was wearing these light pink, thin cotton panties which were showing an amazing outline of her thick lips. A definite wet spot was clear as well, making her pussy even easier to see. Unlike the usual camel toe line, I could see her lips splayed open against the fabric. It was such a hot fucking sight.
I wasn’t sure what her reaction was going to be when I lifted her up. It surprised her for sure, considering she blurted out “Holy Shit”. She covered herself well. Almost immediately after setting her down she reached for my cock again. Damn, this girl was horny. This was going to be too easy. The sight of her wet pussy soaking through her panties was such an incredible sight. My dick was harder than it ever had been. Her hand job skills weren’t too shabby either. She really knew how to keep the right pace with a slight twist at the end of each stroke.
As great as the sight was, deep down I’m a greedy bastard. Figuring she couldn’t really react quickly with one hand on the phone and one hand on my cock, I reached for her panties. I stuck my finger under the upper side of her cute little cotton underwear. I could immediately feel her rather large bush against my fingers. I slowly slid my finger down. As I got closer to my goal I started to feel the warm sticky liquid that had soaked through. Man I love that feeling.
The seam of her panties was resting on the second knuckle of my middle finger. This placed my fingertip about half way inside. Once I felt the wetness the tip of finger brushed against her very engorged clit. This brought a light gasp from Kaylee. I don’t think Scott heard it on the phone. As I continued down, my finger was basically riding the ridge of her left labia minora. It too was engorged and fairly rigid. It was so different from my wife who has very puffy outer lips, but almost nothing to her inner ones. When I finally got to her entrance it was soaked. My finger was immediately covered in her very warm juice. I noticed her grip on my hard cock had also gotten much tighter. Her tempo was also speeding up.
“Oh…ummm…ok…I guess I’ll see you in 20 minutes then,” I heard her say. She looked directly into my eyes as she said that, her intent clear. We needed to end things soon. I had really wanted to fuck her again, but I also wanted to stick to my plan. I decided to focus on the handy while I tried to get her off with my fingers.
I pushed her underwear to the side, exposing her pussy to my eyes for the first time in a fully lit room. Wow, were they sexy. They were perfectly symmetrical and folded open slightly. They probably stuck out about an inch or so, making them visible even through her hair. The inner parts were very pink and the outer part of the labia was slightly darker with a ridged appearance. Juices were leaking out of her hole in copious amounts. There was a sheen to everything. I pulled my finger away just to watch the string of her nectar create a beautiful string.
Once I was done admiring Kaylee’s hidden treasure I started to focus on the task at hand. I used her lubrication to slide my finger up and down her slit a few times, getting her clit nice and wet. Then I started rubbing her clit. I started slow at first. Rubbing around it, up and down, all with various pressure and speed.
She had hung up on Scott already, so she was using her free hand to brace herself as she leaned back giving me more access. Her breathing was getting faster and more shallow. She was fighting it in her mind, but I knew I had her. As she was getting more worked up I stopped with her clit and slowly inserted two fingers as far as they would go. I saw her eyes start to roll back in her head. I then used my finger tips in the “come hither” movement on the roof of her vagina. I felt her stomach suck in and her head roll forward. She sat up leaning her head against my body.
Her free hand now went to my forearm. Not to stop me, but to actively encourage me to finger fuck her harder. During all of this she’s still stroking my fat cock. Because of all the things I was doing to her she was admittedly losing some of her focus and the handjob became quite sporadic. At times fast and hard, other times slow and gentle. Precum was leaking from the tip of my dick adding even more lube to my foreskin.
I now had my two fingers stuffed in her pussy while my thumb rubbed her clit. This was the magic combination.
“Oh yeah…oh yeah….don’t stop…yes…yes…UUUUUGGGHHHHHH….FUUCCKKK!” She screamed out. Hearing her cum instantly put me on the precipice as well. I wasn’t going to last much longer. Problem was, I didn’t know where to shoot my load. I just knew I didn’t want to clean anything up.
“Ohhh god….here it comes…I’m gonna cum…where do you want it,” I strained.
“Fuck, I don’t have anything…we can’t make a mess…fuck it…just shoot it inside me,” Kaylee shouted.
Holy shit, that was not the expect response. I didn’t really want to screw up my plan by fucking her, but it wasn’t really sex if I used just the tip. Plus, I didn’t have time to think this through. I stepped forward as she guided my shaft to her slick opening. Her pussy was so wet that there wasn’t any resistance whatsoever. She tried to pull me in, but I resisted. Maybe the hardest thing I’ve had to do in my life. I was very determined for this to be just the tip. So with the fat head of my cock nestled inside Kaylee’s pouty pussy lips I let loose one of the biggest orgasms of my life. Each stroke from her hand had me shooting another rope of cum inside of her.
“Yes…yes…fuck yeah…don’t stop…take all my cum…oh yeah…fuuuuucckkkkkk,” I managed to get out as the last drops of cum exited my shaft.
We both stood there in silence, not really knowing what to say. All in all it took about seven minutes from the end of the call, based on the microwave clock that I happened to notice earlier. This gave us thirteen minutes to clean up and more importantly, me to leave. I finally pulled my thick tip out, while Kaylee quickly pulled her panties back over to catch my cum from leaking out.
Kaylee
“You need to leave, like now,” Kaylee scolded me. “This never happened and will never happen again, got it?”
What the fuck did I just do?! Things had already gone too far in the bedroom, but then I let this jack ass cum in me. Sex brain is the absolute worst. The only explanation is that I panicked. I never really thought about the end game, partly because I never imagined any of this would happen. Where was his cum going to go? On the kitchen table where we eat? My clothes that Scott could find or the rug that would leave stains? In reality all of those could have easily been taken care of after the fact, but stupid sex brain said, “How about inside you, you’ve already done that.” Then the cum will disappear like magic…what an idiot. Now I had cum inside me and all over my already soaked underwear. Good thing I do the laundry around here at least.
I kind of regret my response to Rodney. It wasn’t really fair of me to treat him like that after the fact. I was just as responsible for what happened as he was. In some ways I was more responsible considering it was my house and I could have easily said no early on. The other part, that I hated even more, was that I liked it. No, fuck that, I loved it. That was one of the hottest experiences of my life and that was really hard to admit to myself.
I couldn’t get it out of my head for days, maybe weeks. I jerked off my brother in law, in my kitchen, while talking on the phone to my husband. Additionally, Rodney loved my body and gave me one of the strongest non-sex orgasms ever. He really knew his way around a pussy. Part of what made it so good was the way he looked at me. Scott loves me for sure, but this was something different. Rodney looked like a kid on Christmas. All just from looking at my meaty pussy that I’ve been ashamed of my whole life. It was an ego boost for sure.
Ever since some of my soccer teammates saw me naked in the locker room in high school I’ve been self conscious of the way my vulva looks. Up until then I had never even thought about it. It didn’t quite look like the one’s in sex ed, but I assumed those were made to look that way out of ease of drawing or censorship. The first boy to touch me down there was just as inexperienced as I was so he had no idea what a vulva should look like. He only ever fingered me anyway so he didn’t even see it either. It wasn’t until a hookup in college mentioned the words “beef curtains”, when he was going down on me, that the locker room talk came back to me. I never let another man go down on me until Scott after that.
I think I was mad at myself for what happened and took it out on Rodney. This is a man who until about two weeks ago I wouldn’t consider a person that I liked or spent much time with. Now he had fucked me twice, maybe three times and given me a bunch of orgasms. I was having a hard time accepting this new information. Sex was supposed to be with people you love. It was something special and romantic. Rodney was none of those things. Sure he used to look like Scott a bit, but now he had a little beer gut and thinning hair. Objectively my husband was better looking. I might be ignoring the fact that Rodney also happened to have a gigantic penis and magic fingers, but that doesn’t matter…right? Only sluts and whores care about dick size. I was neither of those things I told myself. Scott makes me cum all the time with his above average one. Why was I so into Rodney’s for fuck’s sake?
Scott
Kaylee was in a great mood when I got back from golf, which surprised me. On the phone she sounded a bit tense. Most of her answers were short and she was making no effort in the conversation. I had assumed she was pissed about me being gone for so long, but I guess not. In fact she was quite frisky. This was definitely a pleasant surprise. Normally I have to initiate sex. Normally a quick hug and kiss is all I get after golf. Now she was hugging on me, kissing my neck and grabbing my crotch. I don’t know what had gotten into her, but I liked it.
I was trying to figure out a way to transition this into the bedroom, when Kaylee drops to her knees right in front of me. Her hand immediately goes to my zipper. A blow job is rare, but a blow job without a shower…unobtanium. My wife managed to fish my already hardening cock out of my golf pants and proceeds to put it right into her mouth. She takes about 3/4 of it right down her throat. My god, what happened to my wife. She would pop it out, lick down the shaft and then stop to lick the crown at the end.
“Kaylee…oh my god…baby…I’m not going to last,” I stuttered out.
Sure enough, about two minutes into one of the best blowjobs I’ve received I blew my load. Normally I have to shoot on a towel or something. Not this time. My filthy wife sucked my cum right down her gullet, no questions asked.
“Jesus babe, what the hell was that for?”
“I’m late.”
“For what? Wait, you mean late late? How, it’s only been two weeks.”
“I know, but you know how regular I am. It’s closer to three weeks now anyway and it just feels different. I was so excited I wanted to show you my gratitude. I know the circumstances were less than ideal for this whole thing, so you deserved a reward.”
Kaylee took three pregnancy tests in the following weeks and all were positive. I don’t think I’ve ever seen my wife happier. I was happy as well, but can’t help but feel a little disappointed with the methods of conception. I know we didn’t have any more options, but still. I don’t imagine there are a ton of men out there thrilled to know their half brother knocked up their wife. I pushed those thoughts aside though and tried to focus on the fact that I was going to be a father now. Kaylee was finally achieving her dream of motherhood and I didn’t want to do anything to ruin that.
The first three months were pretty rough. Kaylee had pretty bad morning sickness and our schedules were just never aligned properly. Work was kicking my ass and I knew the new baby would make things harder once it was here, so I was really trying to buckle down. The doctor appointments, baby proofing the house and everything else pretty much took up all of my free time. The last time we had relations was that blowjob after golf. We hadn’t touched each other since. Partly I was exhausted and I can’t really explain the other part. I was looking at Kaylee differently now. She wasn’t a sexual object anymore, she was becoming the mother of my child. I never thought this would happen to me. Good thing Kaylee didn’t seem to mind or at least she didn’t mention it or try to initiate anything herself.
Kaylee
Morning sickness was the fucking worst. If I had known what it was going to be like, I probably would have never done this. I thought becoming a mom was going to be the greatest thing ever, but those feelings hadn’t quite hit me yet. In fact it was quite the opposite. My body was changing for the worse, I felt nauseous all the time and to cap it off Scott didn’t seem to be sexually attracted to me anymore. The last orgasm I had was on the kitchen table and it wasn’t from my husband. Speaking of which, I hadn’t talked to Rodney since. Felt a little guilty about that. I was going to reach out to let him know about the pregnancy, but Scott and I had agreed to wait until the fourth month in case anything bad happened. I only had to wait another month and I figured he’d piece things together anyway.
My tits had started to grow, but my nippled hadn’t changed color yet like I heard they would. I wasn’t quite showing yet unless you were comparing pictures of me. Just looked like I had a big lunch at this point. The good news was that the morning sickness had ended last month. In fact I was actually feeling pretty nice. I was still able to exercise and still do my normal routines. Surprisingly I had only gained seven pounds so far.
Part of my normal routine is to hit up Costco on Saturday. I know, it’s gotta be the worst day to go, but I’m used to it. Anyway, due to some scheduling issues I had to go on Sunday this time. I got a late start so I didn’t make it until about 5:30 and they close at 6. The nice part is that it’s much less crowded at that time of day. The bad part is they constantly hound you to get your stuff and get out as soon as possible. My list wasn’t that long so I managed to fill my cart and get in line at 5:55.
“Long time no see,” I hear from behind me.
I tensed up. I know that voice. It’s Rodney.
“Hey Rodney, sorry I haven’t reached out. I’ve just been really busy and what not with the….,” I almost slipped up and said new baby. Luckily he didn’t really appear to catch on.
“No worries, just glad to see you are doing well. Had a really great time the last time I saw you, hope everything is ok.”
I just smiled and nodded, not really knowing how to respond appropriately at Costco.
“Well, great to see you, have a nice day!” I managed to say hoping to end things.
I pushed my cart up to the checkout kiosk and scanned my membership card. As I was standing there waiting for the clerk to scan my stuff I happened to glance back at Rodney. We made I eye contact and I smiled, out of general courtesy. Not wanting to hold eye contact I started to look around like you do when you’re wasting time. Of course the first place I go is straight to his crotch. I swear this was by accident. Subconsciously, probably not. Sure enough he’s wearing the same damn pants he had on the last time we met. Just like last time, there it was, the outline of that obscenely large appendage. I had to kind of laugh inside. There was nothing left to the imagination. How did he walk around all day like that. I could clearly see the outline of the ridge of his cockhead.
“Ma’am…ma’am,” the clerk broke my trance. She had finished scanning my goods. It was time to pay. How fucking embarrassing. I really hope she didn’t see where I was looking. Hope lost. I saw her glance back and do a double take before looking back at me with a knowing smirk. Damn it. Then I looked back at Rodney and he had the same knowing smirk as the cashier. Double damn it. I couldn’t push my cart of stuff out fast enough. The entire time I’m pushing my cart I can’t stop thinking about the kitchen encounter or both my breeding sessions. The sexy memories all just came flooding back. Then I start thinking about how long it’s been since Scott touched me and how my hormones are all out of whack. By the time I got to the car I could feel my panties getting wet with excitement.
I put the last of the stuff in my car and then my friend texted me. We went back and forth a few times before I began to push the cart back to the corral. Why was the damn cart corral always as far away as possible? At least the parking lot was pretty empty now so I could take a more direct route. There only seemed to be one car between mine and the corral. It was a minivan that looked somewhat familiar. On my walk back I realized why it was familiar.
“Hey Kaylee, we meet again. Do you mind helping me with this stuff?”
Not wanting to be a complete asshole I offered up my assistance. We get all of his stuff into the back of the van and I’m ready to get out of there before I do something I regret. As I turned to go I felt Rodney grab my hand. I turned around in surprise. He had that same smirk on his face as he took a step closer. All the emotions and hormones of the kitchen escapade came back to me. My mind said to walk away, no good will come of this. My very hot and wet pussy vehemently disagreed. I looked left, right and behind me before reaching down to squeeze his cock through his pants. Yup, still ridiculously huge I think to myself.
I don’t know what came over me. Next thing I know I’m pushing him into his minivan. Somehow I’ve become the aggressor. Fortunately, it’s dark out and there only a few cars scattered around the parking lot, none near us as luck would have it. Also, the middle seat had been removed so there was a large open floor in the middle of the van.
“Lay down,” I tell him.
I think at this point he is confused by my aggressive behavior. I guess he underestimated a pregnant woman who hadn’t cum in three months. I pulled his pants down, underwear and all, in one movement. His monster dick is about half hard, flopping down against his thigh, half of his poking out from his hood. I kneel between his thighs and dive straight in. Damn this thing is thick. I’ve had it in my pussy and hand but not mouth. I didn’t anticipate the girth being so great. My jaw is immediately screaming in pain. I put two hands around the shaft while I use my tongue to lick the head. I stick my tongue under the foreskin and rub it around, which he appears to enjoy. With both of my hands on his shaft there is another hand worth of cock still available to suck. I get as much of the head in as I can before it over whelms me. I can’t help but compare it to Scott since that was the last thing I did. Scott’s is much easier to suck, but there was a look and feel that made this one so hot. Blowing him was making me hornier.
I wasn’t there to suck cock though. I needed this thing inside me. It had been way too long since I got fucked. Jesus, pregnancy had changed me I thought. I pushed my yoga pants down along with my panties, but didn’t want to take them completely off. This left me with only two viable positions: doggy or reverse cowgirl. I wanted to be in control so I turned around, put my legs outside of his and aimed my pussy over his very stiff erection. Essentially at this point I was squatting over him. Once I had that fat monster aligned I began to lower myself.
“Oh….my…god….yeeeessssssss,” I moaned out.
I let the thick head slowly penetrate my lips. I couldn’t help but bend forward to look back between my legs. God his cock was huge. My lips were hugging that big head like a wet blanket. I rose up slightly to make sure it was nice and slick before pushing back down further. Inch by inch his rod penetrated me until my pussy lips were resting on his balls. I forgot how full his cock made me feel. It was so utterly different from my husband. Every nerve fiber inside me was firing.
After resting at the bottom stroke to get my pussy acclimated I began to slowly fuck Rodney in that damn minivan. As I rocked back and forth on his pole, I began to get faster. I knew our time was limited because I didn’t want to get caught. This was all about my orgasm at this point. While I was fucking him I started to play with my tits. Oh my god did that feel good. My tits were so sore I couldn’t stop massaging them. Squeezing and tugging on my nipples felt amazing. I was getting into a good rhythm with Rodney when I felt him put a hand on my ass.
“Oooohhhh yeahhh…uhhhhh,” I cried out.
Rodney was kneading my ass cheeks with both hands. This felt fantastic. At least I thought it was fantastic until he spread my ass cheeks exposing my asshole to him. Kind of freaked me out for a second. Then I felt his wet finger start to toy with my backside.
“Oh fuck yes…oh god…ugh…ugh….don’t stop…don’t stoppppp.”
Right when he began to stick his finger in my ass I came. My orgasm ripped though my body causing me to jerk back and forth. I couldn’t catch my breath. I wanted to scream out but nothing was there. My pussy was clamping down hard on Rodney’s thick tool when I felt the noticeable hot streams of cum firing into me. This triggered a second mini orgasm as I felt the hot liquid fill my insides again. Once my body finally came down from its high I slowly started to lift off him. I looked back and held the squat. I could see my two meaty lips hanging down as Rodney’s cum began to stream out of me onto his deflating cock. It was quite the debaucherous scene. Something I never in a million years would have thought I find myself in.
I let as much cum drain out of me as possible before grabbing a wet wipe he had in the van to clean myself up. Then I pulled my pants back up and left. Once again I was so embarrassed I just thanked him and left. No conversation, no chit chat, just up and left. I didn’t know how to feel on the way home. I alternated between hating myself and squeezing my thighs together. I would smile for a minute and then be on the edge of crying the next. In the end I chalked it up to hormones and lack of sex. I kept telling myself i was still a good person, but not entirely sure even I believed me.
Rodney
My wife had sent me to get the usual Costco list of groceries for our family when I couldn’t believe my luck. Coming out of the cooler section I saw Kaylee looking sexy as hell. She looked good in her yoga pants and tight sweatshirt. I might be crazy, but her tits looked bigger than normal somehow. I was wearing my usual grey sweatpants to show off my favorite body part. I always got a thrill if I could get a woman to do a double take or straight up catch them staring.
I was near the end of my list so I spent my time hiding from Kaylee’s sight, while following her around. I wanted to end up right behind her in line to see if she would talk to me again. I hadn’t heard from either of them for a couple months so I was a little worried they were mad at me. After about ten minutes she finally made her way to the checkout, so I got in line behind her and said hello. She wasn’t cold to me, but not exactly thrilled to see me either based on our brief chat. I decided to move out from behind my cart in the off chance I could try and remind her of the kitchen scenario if she looked back at me again. Sure enough, while she was waiting for the cashier she looked at me and then right down to my cock. Double bonus, the cashier looked too.
Unfortunately I didn’t really have a plan after that. This wasn’t exactly expected. Not to mention, I still had to checkout with my half full cart. The one bit of luck I did get was the help of another cashier to box stuff up. I think they just want everyone to get out there as quickly as possible. Even with the added speed I was lamenting the fact that nothing would happen at this point. Kaylee would be gone by the time I got outside and what was I gonna do anyway? I chalked it up to a missed opportunity, until I walked out into the parking lot. As luck would have it I saw her pushing her cart right past my minivan to the cart corral. I decided to ask for some help while I figured out what to do. I had no good plan so I went the most direct route.
I reached out for her arm to prevent her from leaving, but also to try and show my intentions. She turned around in shock and once again surprised the shit out of me. She checked to see if anyone was around and then went straight for my dick. I was worried she was going to slap me initially, yet here she was pushing me towards my van.
Once inside, she ripped my pants off and inhaled my thickening cock. I saw her try to put a bunch of it in her mouth, only to realize it was too much. She backed off quickly, transitioning to a more sensual approach. The tongue under the foreskin was a nice treat. That felt amazing. My cock looked so large with both her hands wrapped around the base. I was savoring the feeling of her sweet mouth when she abruptly stopped. Shit, did I do something wrong? Nope, this chick wanted to fuck.
She pulled down her pants, spun around and slowly lowered herself to my waiting shaft. A long string of her grool landed on my fat head before her lips made contact. That was a hot fucking sight. As her lips reached my helmet they started to spread open, enveloping my entire head. She briefly reversed course before slowly swallowing me all the way to my balls. She was so wet, there was barely any resistance. It didn’t take long before she began to ride me in earnest so I didn’t want to waste any time. I wanted to play with her sexy ass finally.
I grabbed her cheeks and began massaging them. I started out rather smooth, but gradually became rougher. She seemed to really liked that. As she was nearing her climax, I spread her ass cheek out, got some pussy juice on my finger and then went for my target. I knew I had to time it well, as not all women like ass play. I could feel her pussy starting to really clamp down on me so I knew it was time. I rubbed my lubed up finger right over her rosebud before slowly inserting it. That was the trigger she needed. Her pussy spasmed around my hard shaft, milking me like a fucking dairy cow. It was too much for me. I released blast after blast inside of her unprotected pussy for the fifth time.
This woman is a damn enigma. She never ceases to amaze me. All these years she acted so prim and proper. Now she was squatting over me as my cum dripped…no poured out of her. Kaylee was more special than I had originally thought. She might be more sexual than me. Shit, I barely did anything today and she was all over me. She just needs a small spark to get a freaking full blown wildfire. I mean, she just fucked me…in a van…in the Costco parking lot. I was one lucky dude. I know my looks have faded over the years so that just made it all the more exciting. She was basically using me for my dick. Certainly wasn’t my looks or money. Kaylee might just be one of the rare size queens.
Scott
We were finally in the fourth month of pregnancy. It was time to tell our friends and family. Kaylee and I decided to throw a big party with a baby reveal at the end of it. All told there were about thirty people coming over. A good mix of family and friends. Of course Rodney and his family would be there. I was both excited and nervous to tell him. Only my mom would be there, but both of Kaylee’s parents would. I was going to call my dad right before the start so that they wouldn’t have it spoiled on social media or text chains.
It was spring time now so the weather was supposed to be nice. We have a pool in the backyard and I decided to heat it so that people would actually use it. Never hurts to see some of the other wives in bikinis too. In fact part of the reveal was going to be Kaylee taking off her cover up to expose her expanding stomach. This was her idea mind you. She was proud that her working out had kept most of the baby fat off so far. Basically her tits and tummy were the only things that looked bigger. I thought she looked pretty sexy.
Despite how great she looked we still hadn’t had any real sex. I offered to go down on her one Sunday when she came back from the store, but she said she was too tired. After that I just figured she wasn’t interested and decided to leave her alone. I didn’t want to pester her in case she wasn’t feeling well from the pregnancy, plus the whole mother thing. Again, just wasn’t right for me.
Kaylee
Of course the one time Scott asks to eat me out, there is a gallon of his half brother’s cum still inside me. Luckily it was easy to fend off, but I think it cost me long term. He hasn’t offered since. I’ve tried to give him subtle clues as to my horniness, but he doesn’t seem to get it. With all the stress and everything else I just don’t have time to play these games. I want to straight up ask him to fuck me, but for whatever reason I just don’t. Maybe after the party I’ll see what I can get. The hormones are getting worse than the night at Costco. I think about sex constantly now. I even started to masturbate one day before Scott accidentally interrupted me. I just need to get through this party then I’ll have a sit down with him to express my needs.
Scott and I called his dad to let him know the good news right before guests started to show. Scott’s dad, Ted, was surprisingly excited for a guy who wasn’t much of a dad to his own son. Apparently he wants to come to the next event we hold, but I’m not holding my breath. I can tell Scott is not exactly buying his excitement either. Funny thing is I actually like Ted. Like most philanderers he’s very charming. Makes you feel like a million bucks when his spotlight is on you. He’s just a terrible father and husband.
Shortly after our call, guests started to arrive. We had planned an outdoor BBQ in the backyard so we ushered people outback after they dropped off their side dish. Scott was going to man the grill making burgers and hotdogs. We had a large cooler filled with various drinks as well as a table with some liquor. Of course I was unable to partake in that fun, but I wasn’t a huge drinker anyway.
One of the nice things about our house is that the back faces south. This helps keep the pool warm and keep everything in the sun. Only downside is that watching TV inside can be a bit bright and sometimes the sun angle reflects off the windows. This can be quite blinding if you are looking right at the house from the backyard, but has the added bonus of heating the pool up.
Two hours into the party and everyone was loosened up having a good time. Nothing weird or odd was occurring with Rodney. In fact, I was a little jealous that he was ignoring me. He was talking to everyone but me it seemed. It was a little bit of a blow to my ego. I thought we now had this kind of hidden relationship. I figured I was being stupid though, we were at a party with friends and family. It’s not like he was going to all of a sudden spend a bunch of time with me. That would actually be way more suspicious. Maybe he was more clever than I thought. I had been worried that he was going to try and pull something with everyone around and now I’m upset that he won’t even talk to me. I was not in a stable emotional state.
Scott had started cooking the burgers and dogs so everyone started staking out a good place to eat. I needed to pee again so Scott asked me to grab the fixings that were in the fridge on my way back. I headed inside to relieve myself and grab the stuff. I used the upstairs bathroom, but as I went to wash my hands realized we were out of hand soap. Ugh. I headed down to the kitchen sink to wash my hands before handling all the food. Like most kitchens our sink faced the backyard so it was a nice view of the pool and everything else. I smiled to myself as looked out on everyone having a good time. My dad was talking to Scott’s mom and my mom was talking to most of my girlfriends. In the middle of washing my hands I heard the toilet flush. I thought everyone was outside so I was a little surprised, but figured whoever it was could help me carry stuff out. Before I could even dry my hands I felt a pair of hands on my hips.
“Miss me baby,” Rodney whispered into my ear.
“Rodney what are you doing? Everyone is right out side, including my parents. Are you fucking nuts!”
“Oh come on, the sun is shining right on the windows. Nobody can see inside, I’ve been checking. You just look so damn hot today, I couldn’t stop checking you out when no one was looking,” he said.
As I was taking stock of what everyone was doing I felt Rodney reach down to the bottom of my coverup. I totally froze with my hands on either side of the sink. Once again I was wrestling with my emotions. This was on a whole new level of danger than the other times. I think that only made me want it more. I was becoming addicted to the adrenaline rush that came with these risky hookups. I guess since I didn’t try to stop him, Rodney figured I had given him the green light. I felt him slide my bikini bottoms down to my knees. Fuck it, I wanted this and I could see if anyone came towards the house.
“Hurry, we don’t have much time,” I huskily whispered back to him.
I stuck my ass out to better present my pussy. I figured he was going to just jam it in and fuck me hard and fast. I couldn’t have been more wrong.
“Ooooohhh…ahhhh…oh my god!”
Rodney had spread my cheeks wide open and was licking my fucking asshole. I had never had anyone do this to me before. Holy shit did it feel good. Shocking at first, but damn it was nice. I could feel the moisture in my pussy start to build. He then started running his tongue between my rosebud and my clit. He would lick all the way from my clit to my asshole in one long stroke.
“Damn Kaylee, you taste so good, but I’m going to fuck you now. I need your sexy pussy so bad.”
Next thing I know his large cock is nudging between my ass cheeks. I reached back to help him guide it and also because I loved the way it felt in my hand. Once I got it slotted in he thrusted forward so hard it lifted me off my feet.
“Ooowww fuck Rodney…gentle with that big thing!”
The pain quickly transitioned to pleasure as my juices lubricated his meaty shaft. Unlike previous times there was no gentle phase of the fucking. It was hard and deep immediately. I had never fucked like this before, it was so animalistic. Zero emotion, all physical. Add on top of that I was looking at my parents, husband and friends through the window and the euphoria was overwhelming. God, what would my dad think of me. His precious little daughter getting fucked hard by his son-in-laws half brother. My orgasm was building as fast as he was fucking me. Rodney could read me like a book or our bodies were just in perfect sync. Just as my orgasm was about to start, he reached around to rub my clit and squeeze my nipple.
My body started convulsing. This was my first clitoral and vaginal orgasm at the same time. It was fucking amazing. I could feel the pleasure rippling out in waves across my body. My eyes briefly rolled back in my head. I thought I might pass out it was so intense.
“Oh fuck…your pussy is so hot and wet. I’m gonna fill you up!!!”
He can’t cum inside me. With his loads, it’ll be dripping me out of me all day. That would be just great for everyone to see. Little rivers of cum running down my leg.
“Not inside me!”
I immediately spun around and dropped to me knees. I stuck his fat hog in my mouth and starting sucking for all I was worth. Didn’t take long before Rodney grabbed the back of head and held it in place. He began shooting his cum into my mouth. He shot so much cum I wasn’t sure I could swallow it all. I was swallowing as fast as possible, but a little bit started to drip out of my mouth. I did my best to lean forward so that it wouldn’t drip on me, but some got on my tits. I felt so hot and dirty. I used my free hand to rub my clit and extend my fading orgasm a little bit.
Once he pulled out, his semi-hard cock flopped back down. God that cock was gorgeous. I know that’s a bit ridiculous to say, but it was true. It was just amazing to look at. I had never seen a dick before that I thought was really worth looking at…until Rodney. I kind of hated myself for it because I always laughed at men’s obsession with size. My girlfriends and I never once talked about any guys size. It was always about how they treated us and whether they cared about making us cum. A guy who could lick you well was worth ten with a big dick we used to joke. Size was never mentioned once, well except for one guy who was way too small. My girlfriend said she couldn’t even tell when he was in her. She had to fake everything based off his reactions. His nickname was pinky and he didn’t last long. Again, mostly because he couldn’t eat pussy well enough to make up for it.
I grabbed a wet paper towel and washed myself off, making sure there was none on me or the floor. Not wanting to waste the extra hands and make things look copacetic I told Rodney to grab the tray of condiments and take it outside. I followed fairly close behind. As we put the stuff down on the table, Scott did ask me what took so long. The burgers and dogs were done now. I apologized, saying that I had to use the upstairs bathroom and then had to look for new hand soap which we didn’t have. He seemed to buy that considering I wasn’t gone that long. I really need to stop doing this. It’s so wrong and out of character for me.
After everyone ate, I stood up and headed over to the edge of the pool. I got everyone’s attention and then did the big reveal. I pulled my coverup over my head, turning side to side so everyone could get a good look at my baby bump. I think a few people were a little confused because my bump wasn’t super obvious yet, but it was noticeable. Slowly everyone caught on as the women began to come up and congratulate me. A large round of cheers went up and the party continued on.
At one point a bunch of my friends, all who had kids already, congregated around me to chat. They were all offering their advice and telling me what to expect. I took it all in, trying to take note of the important stuff. Once they were all done I sheepishly asked if any of them got horny during their pregnancies. One by one they all said no…until we got to Sheila.
“Um, well…that kind of happened to me. Before I got pregnant sex was just a thing I did to make my husband happy. Sure it was enjoyable, I just didn’t really care about it, you know. If he didn’t ask for it, I probably wouldn’t even notice until maybe like two months had gone by. After my morning sickness stopped though, holy cow. I think I finally knew what it was like to be a man. I couldn’t stop thinking about sex. Every situation had sexual undertones that I never noticed before. I would think about how every spot would be fun to have sex in. The worst part is Tommy for the first time in his life wasn’t interested in me. “The irony. Why are men always off with their timing,” she joked.
I asked her what she did to handle it and I think every person was staring her down, waiting to find out the juicy details. Me even more so. I needed to feel normal or at least not alone.
“Easy she said, I got a toy. I had never masturbated before, but figured if men can do it everyday why can’t I. Plus, once I got good at it, I could cum within minutes. That’s something Tommy couldn’t do,” she laughed.
Sheila’s revelation had me torn. One the one hand it was nice to hear that I wasn’t crazy. Hormones were causing me to be hyper sexual, when normally I’m not. However, instead of just getting a damn toy, I was fucking my husband’s half brother behind his back. Why was I such a piece of shit? Even in that moment I thought back to the kitchen experience I literally had like an hour ago and couldn’t help but smile. Ugh, no. I need to stop. That’s it, tonight I’m ordering a toy.
Scott
The party was a great success. Everyone was so happy for us and it was good to see everyone. My feelings toward Rodney had soften given the time and circumstances. I was able to chat with him no problem this time around. Kind of felt bad for cold shouldering him this long. In reality he was the reason we were even able to celebrate. That night I had planned on finally playing with Kaylee, but unfortunately I had too much to drink and passed out.
The next day Kaylee said we needed to talk. This is usually never good I thought. We sat down at the kitchen table and she laid it on me. Pregnancy had made her extra horny and she was concerned that I didn’t want her sexually anymore.
“Normally I’m beating you off with a stick with you trying to get into my pants. Ever since we found out we’re having a baby you haven’t touched me. Is it because I’m fatter now, do you not like my body?”
“Oh my god no. You look amazing. It’s just that we’ve been busy and everything,” I tried to reply.
“Don’t give me that BS. We’ve been busy before and that never stopped you so what is it?”
“Ughhhh. It’s stupid. It really has nothing to do with you, really. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I don’t want to hurt the baby,” I sheepishly responded.
“Scott, what the hell. How big do you think your dick is? You aren’t going to hurt the baby. I’m horny and I need my husband to take care of my needs.”
“Ok well, it’s not just the baby thing. It’s also the mother thing. You’re going to be a mother and well…I guess it just seems weird to do those things right now.”
She really didn’t like that last response. She basically rolled her eyes and stormed out. I caught the backend of her saying something like she’ll take of it herself then. Not entirely sure what she meant by that. I do know that I didn’t feel great about that conversation. Things between us were cold for the rest of the week. I tried to offer to go down on her, but she basically mocked me.
On that Friday my boss informed me that I was needed at meeting on the coast for the next week. I had to leave early Monday morning. The administrative assistance had already booked my ticket for 5am. Fuck this was not good. Kaylee was already mad at me, this wasn’t going to help. Sure enough she was not thrilled. Normally she takes me to the airport, but this time she didn’t even offer. I had to book an Uber, which always made me nervous when they were early like that.
“Kaylee, wake up. My Uber didn’t show I need you take me to the airport. I’m very sorry, but we need to leave ASAP.”
Begrudgingly she got out of bed without much of a fuss. She didn’t look happy, but she understood. Sometimes shit happens. It wasn’t like I planned this. School didn’t start until around eight so she would probably be able to get back to sleep anyway.
“No time to change, just go like that. You’re just dropping me off and then you can go right back to bed.
Kaylee
I wasn’t thrilled to be woken up at 3am to drive to the airport, but Scott was in such a rush I didn’t really have time to think that he could just drive himself and park. He’s notoriously cheap though, so he probably wouldn’t have anyway. I was wearing a thin long sleeve shirt with no bra and very loose short shorts. Both were a soft thin cotton that I loved to sleep in. Normally I would never wear these outside as my ass cheeks would be hanging out and you could clearly see my tits through the shirt. As I passed by the mirror on the way out I caught a glimpse. Jesus, there was nothing left to the imagination. Made me think of Rodney in his grey sweats. My now D cup tits were on full display, nipple, areola and all. Good thing I wouldn’t need to get out the car.
The drive over was fairly routine. We didn’t talk much, but not out of anger, just early morning moods. When we got to the airport he apologized and thanked me for taking him last minute before leaning over and kissing me goodbye. He said he’d be back on Friday most likely, but that he would get a ride home since I had to drop him off. With that, he grabbed his stuff and walked into the airport.
I checked my traffic app for the fastest way home purely out of routine considering it was 3:20am. I was quite surprised though when it had me taking the back way home due to an accident on the highway. The back way added about 10 minutes, mostly because the speed limit was much lower. It was a pretty curvy road that was fairly isolated. It basically outlined a state park, but glad I checked. Nothing worse than sitting in traffic in the middle of the night when I’m trying to get to bed.
I made my way out of the airport and within ten minutes I was on the back road. Not more than about three minutes in I see the flashing blue and red lights in my mirror. I glance down at my speedometer and realize why. I was going 50 in a 35. Shit, shit, shit. I pulled the car over into a small parking lot that was normally for a hiking trail. The side of the road was too narrow to stop on. I put the car in park and starting looking for the registration. Right in the glove box where it was supposed to be, at least I had that going for me. Now, just need my license. Fuck my life.
The police officer began walking up to the car with his flashlight pointed at my car. I put the window down as he got closer. I couldn’t immediately see the officer as his light was blinding me. He had a very deep baritone voice.
“License and registration ma’am.”
“I’m sorry sir, I have the registration, but I forgot my purse with my license in it. I had to drop off my husband last minute at the airport when his Uber failed to show.”
“Do you know why I pulled you over ma’am?”
“Yes sir, I was speeding. I’m sorry, normally I don’t use these roads. I swear I’ll slow down and never do it again.”
“Well ma’am, the problem I have here is that you broke the law and you don’t even have any identification. How do I know you aren’t some wanted criminal.”
“I assure you sir, I’m a law abiding citizen. This is the first time I’ve ever been pulled over.”
“Isn’t that would everyone would say.”
“I guess, but please sir. I’m five months pregnant, I wasn’t supposed to even be out here and now I’m alone for a whole week,” I said in a crying like voice.
I decided that I needed to poor on the water works and use my pregnancy to my advantage. I had been pulled over before, but was let go with a warning after I started crying that time too. Figured, might as well stick with what works. When I looked down to pretend I was very upset I noticed that his flashlight was highlighting my tits. Just like the mirror he was getting a full on show. I know my girlfriend told me once she got out of a ticket by flashing her breasts. I guess I could always give that a try. I mean he has pretty much already seen them and they were bigger than they’ve ever been.
“Isn’t there any thing I can do. I really can’t afford to get a ticket with a new baby on the way,” I feigned in my best pouty voice.
“Don’t move, I need to check on something.”
He went back to this cruiser and seemed to be fumbling with something on his chest. Then he turned and began walking back to the car but again his flashlight kept me from seeing anything. When he got back to the window he just stood there, not saying anything. I finally turned my head to ask what he needed when I got quite the surprise. His limp, uncut black cock was hanging out of his pants. This was the first time I even realized he was black. Holy shit. He wanted me to suck his cock to get out of this ticket. I bet he turned off his body cam when he went back to his car just now. He held the flashlight up high but shining down on his cock so that I couldn’t see his face.
Rodney’s uncut cock always had the head visible, like it was wearing a turtle neck sweater. This one was completely covered by foreskin. My god his balls were fucking immense! They were almost the size of god damn tennis balls. What the fuck. I had no idea they could get that big. Part of me wondered if he had a condition or something.
“I do believe you said you’d do anything to not get a ticket. Well, meet anything,” he lightly chuckled to himself.
Shit, what was I gonna do. I definitely didn’t want to get a ticket and it’s not like anyone would know about this. Then I thought, I’ve never touched a black man before. My body made up my mind for me as I started leaning over to it. I opened my mouth and put his limp cock all the way into my mouth. I sucked on it, pulling it out as I held on with my lips. I played with his foreskin, kind of nibbling on it. I could feel the thing growing in my mouth. The more I toyed with it the more turned on I got. So much for turning things around and only using a toy. Here I was again, cheating on my husband. Although, really this was his fault. If I didn’t take him to the airport his would never have happened.
Once his cock was fully hard I used my lips to push his folds back, exposing the head. Overall his cock was pretty average sized. It wasn’t as fun or exciting as Rodney’s, but it did have some advantages. My jaw wasn’t hurting for one and more interestingly I was able to take almost all of him down my throat. I would push it as far as I could and then use my tongue to lick his balls. I think he really liked that.
“Oh fuck yeah baby…that feels so damn good. You really know how to suck cock like a champ.”
I was a little surprised to hear him say anything when all. His deep baritone voice as incredibly sexy though. I was kind of hoping he would dirty talk to me more. I bet he does this all the time I thought. I was really working his shaft at this point. I had one hand stroking him, while I used my mouth on the rest. Finally I took my other hand and used it to play with his enormous balls. Man were they massive. I ended up using one hand on each ball to caress them at one point. With my hand occupied he reached down and started playing with my titties. That made my pussy instantly wet. I needed a third hand I thought to myself. His rough treatment of my nipples was really getting to me. Usually Scott was so gentle and Rodney hadn’t really done anything to my tits yet.
“Oh shit…oh shit….mmmmm…that feels so fucking good…keep going baby…I’m going to cum all over your pretty white face.”
Did I all of a sudden like dirty talk? This was turning me on so damn much. Nobody has ever told me they were going to cum all over me. I found myself doubling down on my efforts. It made me excited. My mind flashed to his cock exploding all over me. I needed to touch myself. I took one hand off his nuts and used it to rub my clit. Oh my god did that feel amazing. My pussy was soaked. I could feel some of it on the leather seats. I started moaning and mewing with his cock in my mouth.
“Yes…yes…yessssss…here it cums bitch.”
With that he pulled back and starting stroking his own cock, while it was pointed at my face. I guess the sedan was a solid choice today. Three tugs and his very dark cock began to spray cum all over me. The first stream completely soaked my face, the next three to four were no less voluminous as they landed on my shirt, soaking thru to my tits. It was so warm and sticky. My shirt was completely see thru now. Right when I thought he was done two more jets shot out and hit me in the face again. I scooped some of his cum off my face and used it as lube on my clit. This triggered my orgasm. I came hard and loud. I think it caught him off guard.
“Damn lady, you are one freaky motherfucker. Here’s my card. Call or text me if you ever need any assistance,” he said as he walked away.
Guess that means I’m free to go. Certainly not how I thought I was going to spend my Monday morning, but not a bad start either. I’m pretty sure this is not what Sheryl Sandberg meant by “Lean In”, but man was I really leaning into my new debaucherous lifestyle.
Scott
My dad was flying a jet into town the Friday I was supposed to get back. He’d been a pilot his whole life and did this type of thing from time to time. Since he worked for a private company he never knew where he was going to go until the week or sometimes day of. It was a good part of the reason he was an absent father in my opinion. Flying always seem to take precedence over anything I was doing. I wouldn’t hear from him for weeks, but then all of a sudden he’d want to meet up. It was all about convenience to him, not love. This time he wanted to meet up for dinner with us to celebrate since he missed the party. I told him that I’d run it by Kaylee first, but that it shouldn’t be a problem. She’d been bugging me to take her out to dinner anyway. This was great because he would pay and it would sort of be an apology for me being gone.
When I asked Kaylee about it she seemed ok with it. I wouldn’t say excited, but not uninterested either. I think she was looking forward to an evening at home with me and this was just getting in the way of that. I reminded her that she wanted to go out before I left and this would be a great time to get dressed up one last time before we were inundated with baby stuff.
“I do want to see your dad, it’s just that I want to see you more,” she said into the phone.
“There will be plenty of time to see me, I promise. As soon as dinner is over I’ll make up an excuse to leave so we can go home ASAP,” I replied.
“Is there any chance you could come back on Thursday? It’s hard to do everything here by myself, it would be nice to have some help. Also, I could make it worth your while…” she seductively said.
“I’ll ask my boss, but I doubt it. We are already behind schedule and the client is changing things up everyday it seems. Trust me, I’d rather come home if I could. We need this client though and it should pay off big time in my bonus.”
This was a pain in the ass client as the big whales always were. First they wouldn’t accept Zoom meetings, so I had to fly all the way out here and now they were being wishy washy with their requirements. We had a meeting where we thought everything was squared away only to show up the next day with an entirely new set of requirements. What it really meant is that we weren’t making progress. To be honest I was a little nervous that I wasn’t going to make it back on Friday. There was no way in hell I was going to tell her that.
Sure enough, Thursday evening rolls around and the fucking client changes everything. There is no way I’ll make it home now, but I’m scared to tell my Kaylee. She is not going to be happy. I doubt my dad will care too much so I called him first. He was less likely to be upset with me cancelling.
“Sorry dad, work is totally boning me so I’m not going to be able to make it back for dinner. We’ll have to reschedule the next time you fly through.”
“Oh man Scott, that sucks. I switched with another pilot to get this leg and you know we don’t come there that often. Do you think Kaylee would like to meet me for dinner without you?”
“That might work. I’ll ask her and let you know. Kind of ironic that I’m the one cancelling on you for once though. Paybacks a bitch,” I joked with him.
When I talked to Kaylee she was understandably pissed off. She berated me for a good five minutes about abandoning her and not honoring my commitments. I thought she was done yelling at me and thought maybe dinner with my dad would cheer her up. I’m an idiot.
“Great, now I have to entertain your dad all by myself! That’s almost worse!”
“Babe, you don’t have to entertain him. He just wants to see you to congratulate us, well you, on the baby. You’ll have a nice dinner and then go home. Two hours tops. You at least get to get dressed up.”
“I’m still not happy about this, but I guess you’re right. I could use a night out, even if it’s just with your dad. Technically speaking he’s been nothing but nice to me my whole life. You’re the one that has issues with him.”
“Ha…ha, very funny. I don’t have issues with him. He was just a shitty, cheating dad. No big deal,” I mocked back to her.
“Well, he’s never cheated on me so I’m going to go and have fun then. I guess you’ll get your surprise when you get back. If you ever get back.”
Kaylee
I was so looking forward to Scott coming home. I was hornier than ever and really needed relief. My little encounter with the cop was like an appetizer and I needed a main course. I briefly thought about calling Rodney, but chickened out in the end. I didn’t want him to think I needed him or wanted him. Yup, I was a full blown hypocrite. I also finally shaved my pussy and I didn’t want him to think it was for him. I partially did it hoping to entice Scott, but my girlfriends all got me self conscious as well. They asked me if I’d prepared “down there” for the delivery. They were saying the doctors and nurses didn’t want to weed whack through my bush to get to the baby. Plus there were all kinds of people in the delivery room and you wanted to look your best.
I thought the hospital would think I was more classy and motherly if I kept the bush. I never really thought about it looking bad. Ultimately I decided they made a better argument. Either way my pussy was now bald for the first time in a couple of years. Not gonna lie, it felt fantastic. I forgot how smooth and soft the skin was. I was having a hard time not touching myself every chance I got.
I was a little nervous about meeting Ted for dinner for some reason. Originally I didn’t want to go, but Scott convinced me otherwise. In fact, I was more determined to go after talking to him and part of it was spite. I was just pissed that he left me alone. I know it’s dumb, but I wanted him to be jealous that I was out having fun without him. I’d never really spent any real time alone with Ted. That was the part making me nervous. What if we had nothing to talk about or it got awkward. I guess in the end I could always just fake some medical thing with the baby and leave. That’s what really gave me the courage to go.
Despite my expanding belly I was able to find a loose black dress that mostly covered my baby bump. I was going to wear flats, but they just didn’t look right with the dress. I found a pair of 2″ heels that were fairly comfortable instead. The more I checked myself out in the mirror the more I realized that I still looked pretty sexy for five months pregnant. My boobs had never looked better in a dress. I was starting to understand why women get implants. They were popping out more than I was used to, but I liked it. Made me feel womanly and sexy.
I contacted Ted the night before to make sure he still wanted to meet and give him one last chance to cancel with me. It was just texts, but he seemed pretty excited. There was a really nice restaurant at his hotel so he made reservations for the two of us at seven. He said there was a band playing at the lounge there later too if I wanted to stick around for that. I thought there was no way I was staying to dance, but gave the obligatory: we’ll see.
Ted met me in front of the restaurant. I have to say he looked pretty good for 61. He dressed quite nice in a blazer and slacks with a button up shirt underneath. His salt and pepper hair made him looked very distinguished, but his mustache made him look like a pilot for sure. The more I looked at him the more I realized that he was a dead ringer for Magnum P.I., the 80’s version.
“Hey Kaylee! Great to see you finally. You look amazing, I’d have no idea you’re pregnant!”
“Hi Ted, thanks. You look really good yourself.”
With that, he gave me a hug that seemed a little inappropriately close, but not enough to say anything. He put his arm around me afterwards and began walking me into the restaurant. It was very nice seafood place with a nice ambiance. I couldn’t drink so he ordered himself an old fashioned and I had a Moscow mule mock-tail. Not quite the same, but at least it was better than just drinking water or tea. It really was a lovely dinner and I was having a great time talking to Ted. He had so many cool stories about flying that there was never a dull moment. He asked me a lot about my past and what I was looking forward to in the future. We discussed politics and current events. All of the conversations were just easy. I was beginning to see why his mom fell for him and also why he was unfaithful. I’m guessing girls have been throwing themselves at him his entire life. He was a good looking, charismatic man.
Ted was also a very touchy feely guy. Nothing obviously sexual, just light touches on the arm or hand as he talked. It really made you feel included and seen. It was hard to explain, but it was nice. He never once looked at his phone or at anyone else. I was the center of attention and it felt great. A few times I felt his leg brush mine under the table. I could never quite tell if it was inadvertent or not, but he didn’t make it weird.
After a very lovely dinner he invited me to the lounge to listen to the live band. Usually I would say no, especially since I wasn’t drinking, but I was genuinely having a good time. I know it’s bad, but it reminded me of what Scott use to be like before life and work made things harder. Everything with Ted was just easy.
Eventually, he asked me to dance. I was going to say no at first because I thought it might inappropriate, but realized I was being ridiculous. It was just dancing and I hadn’t been dancing in years. Ted surprised me, he was a great dancer. He led me around the dance floor like a true gentleman. It was certainly more old school dancing unlike the grinding type I put with in college. I wasn’t exactly a great dancer, but it was easy to follow his lead.
Eventually we took a break for him to have another drink. We were sitting in a little corner booth for two. I’m betting this was the spot that most couples tried to get as it was a bit dark and secluded. At least more quiet than the other seats. The band wasn’t too loud so we were able to continue our conversation.
“Kaylee, I’m having such a great time with you! I’m really glad you come out. Sorry about Scott not making it back.”
“That’s ok. I’m having a great time too. Thanks for taking me out, I really think I needed this.”
“Has the pregnancy been hard?”
“I had morning sickness the first couple months, which sucked, but since then I’ve just been so damn hor…hormonal,” shit that was close. I almost said horny. Ted has a way of making you let your guard down.
“Yeah, Scott’s mom had a major change in hormones her second trimester. If she had been that horny our entire marriage I don’t think we would have gotten a divorce,” he joked with me.
“What did you do about it?”
“The PG version is that I took care of her “hormones” multiple times a day, if you know what I mean.”
Wow, this was truly shocking information. Scott’s mom was so nice and proper I could never imagine her being like that. Granted that’s probably what anyone would say about myself, so who was I to judge. It was nice to know I wasn’t alone at least. Ted was so open and honest that I think it was a little contagious. I started saying more than I probably should have.
“Scott, won’t even touch me anymore. He’s scared that he’ll hurt the baby or treat me like a slut mom or something,” I blurted out.
“Have you talked to him about it?”
“Yes! That’s why it’s even more annoying. I told him weeks ago and nothing has changed. To be fair, he’s been gone for the last couple of days, but still, he had chances before.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. If you were my wife I don’t think I could keep my hands off of you. You look amazing!”
This conversation was moving into unfamiliar and potentially uncomfortable areas. Although, it was nice to hear what he had to say. Never underestimate a good compliment to make a woman feel great. I did look good after all. Just wish this was coming from Scott and not his dad. Why was my husband not taking care of me?
That’s when Ted asked me dance again. We glided around the dance floor before a slow song came on. I expected him to take us back to our seats, but he didn’t. He wrapped one arm around my waist and placed the other on my bare back, pulling me in close. We slowly danced to the music. As were dancing his arm slowly made it’s way toward my ass. It was now resting just above it, but still not entirely touching it. I thought about moving it, but I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable and it also kind of felt nice.
“You’re a very beautiful and sexy woman Kaylee,” he whispered sensually into my ear.
As he whispered that he pulled me a little closer to him. I could smell his very expensive cologne even more. He smelled so manly and don’t even know why. I’m sure some of it must have been psychosomatic. His hand moved another inch toward my ass. I think when I didn’t say anything earlier he considered this approval. His hand was now very slowly rubbing my ass up and down. I wanted to run out of there in embarrassment. Then I realized; It’s not like anyone here knew he was my father-in-law. He looked younger for his age, so we probably looked like a normal couple this day in age. Everyone probably just thought I was a gold digger, which made me laugh to myself.
As he was rubbing my ass I felt his “thing” swelling in his pants. His leg was in-between mine so it was quite noticeable. For the first time ever I wondered what it looked and felt like. I could feel the moisture between my legs grow. This man was smooth. And the fucking balls on him. To try and seduce his son’s pregnant wife. I mean, holy shit. It was part of the turn on for me. My dirty mind needed more and more taboo situations to satisfy it and I don’t things get much more taboo than this. Then the song ended and we made our way back to the booth again. As soon as we sat down he leaned over to me.
“If you want what I want, take your panties off and give them to me.”
I think just those words made me even wetter. If my panties weren’t soaked already, they definitely were now. If anyone else had said that to me I would have slapped them. Ted just had this charisma about them. I wanted to please him and I didn’t know why. Could I really take of my underwear and give them to him? If I did, what exactly did that mean? I stood up to head to the ladies room. I felt his hand on my arm.
“No. Do it here.”
I looked around the lounge to see if anyone was looking at us. Of course no one was paying attention to us. We were just a couple in a place full of couples. The lighting wasn’t great either. I checked one more time before slowly lifting my dress up to my thighs. I then slipped one hand under my dress. I leaned over slightly as I found the thin strap of my panties and began to slide it down my right leg first. Once I made it to my knees I switched sides. Now they were loose on my thighs, so I did one more look around before quickly sliding them down the rest of my legs. I wadded them up and handed them over to Ted.
He smiled at me before raising them to his nose. He took a big inhale, looked me in the eye and smiled ever wider.
“Your essence is delightful. I can’t wait to give you what you so desperately need. Based on the moisture level of your garments, you too are excited for what’s to come.”
Who talks like that, was my immediate thought. Second thought, why don’t more people talk like that. Yes…yes that’s exactly what I wanted. I went from, what are we doing here, to fuck my brains out please in a surprisingly short period of time. I was done analyzing right from wrong. I just wanted to act on what my body was telling me. This was just a physical interaction between two consenting individuals, nothing more.
“Take me to your room,” I breathlessly whispered to him.
“Gladly.”
In the elevator Ted was rubbing all over my bare ass, under my dress. Using the back of his fingers he would trail from one side to the other. Occasionally he would run a finger from the top of my ass crack down to my pussy. I opened up my stance to give him better access. The bastard was just a tease though. Right when he reached my asshole he would spread his fingers out and then drag them along the outside of my labia. My lips were long enough to hit his palm as it went by. I know I shaved for Scott, but thank god I did. I think I would have been embarrassed to have my full nest on display for Ted. He didn’t strike me as a hair guy. I forgot how much more I could feel fully smooth. On the very last pass of his fingers he grabbed my hanging lips and gently stretched them down. I just about melted as the elevator door dinged.
He had a large suite on the top floor. It had a balcony, a living room area with couch and then a separate bedroom. I almost forgot that Ted had a good bit of money and status at hotels from all of his years flying. Once inside he held me from behind, wrapping his arms around my waist, just below my baby bump. He lightly kissed my neck as he brushed my long hair to the side. When he made it to my ear he nibbled gently on my ear lobe before whispering to me.
“This night is all about you. I will take care of your needs. I will continue until I hear the safe word which is: Tango.”
Once again I was torn between scared and excited. I’ve never been told I needed a safe word. What the heck was he planning on doing? I think not knowing was what made it so exciting though. I had to see where this would go. I could feel my pussy already leaking down my thigh. I had to finish this. He switched ears and whispered again.
“Do everything I say. I will guide you tonight to the depths of your desires. Wait here and close your eyes.”
My big brain was saying this is some soft core porn level dialogue, but my little brain was loving it. I heard him step away as I kept my eyes closed. There was some light ruffling before I heard him return. Smelled him really. Next thing I felt was soft fabric wrapped around my head. Ohhh, it was a blindfold. I then felt him undoing the snap of dress before he began to unzip me. Once it was fully unzipped he slowly pulled it off my shoulders, exposing my new D cup bra I had to buy for my swelling breasts.
The dress then puddled at my feet. I was now standing blindfolded in just my bra, in the middle of a hotel room, with my husband’s father. How far I had fallen.
Ted began to once again trace his fingers around my body. He would use just enough pressure from his nail so that I could feel it and then run it from the tip of my hands all the way down to my feet. He would go down one side and then up the other. Every pass he would just barely touch my sexual areas. The anticipation was intense and then I felt him undoing my bra. As he sensuously slid the straps down my arms he returned to the underside of my breast. Back and forth he played with them. Occasionally he would move up the breast and around my areola, but never my nipples. They were begging to be touched at this point. Please god touch them!
Like he was reading my mind he squeezed my breasts together. Firm, but not painful. It was such a nice change from the light touching. My body was craving more contact. His fingers went around from the bottom up to my nipples. Lightly, his fingertips played with them.
“OOooooohhh…yeahhhh. Mmmmmppphhh…that feels so good Ted.’
He then guided me over to the bed and had me lie down on my back. He walked away again, searching for something. I heard the unmistakeable sound of a belt being undone and zipper lowered. I think he was getting naked. Once he came back it didn’t take long to figure out he must have gone to get oil. I don’t know how he kept it warm, but I could feel its warmth as he poured it directly on my baby bump and up to my breasts. The smell of lavender wafted up to my nostrils. I felt the bed move as Ted must of climbed on. I felt him straddle my waist. Yup, he was definitely naked. I felt his plump cock slide against my belly.
Ted’s hands began to massage the oil into my skin. Using firm, but gentle strokes he kneaded the oil into my body. He was giving me a full body oil massage. The bastard was good. After thoroughly coating my tits, he rubbed the oil gentle around my belly. This was less massage and more sensual. I thought I was going to cum when he traced his hands down the “V” from my belly to my pussy. Once at my pussy he briefly squeezed my outer lips together, massaging them into each other. I had a quick mini orgasm as he did this. I was so wet I don’t think he could get a good grip. The way my clit was massaged into my folds felt so amazing. This was a new experience for me.
He didn’t dwell there though. He began to massage my thighs and calves next. Every time he reached the top of my thighs he would touch my lips in some way. Each instance was different so I never knew exactly what he was going to do. And then he made it to my feet. In some ways this was almost better than my pussy massage. My feet were killing me from dancing and wearing even the small heels. His hands felt like magic as they squeezed my arches and spread my toes. He caressed each foot for probably five minutes each. I was in absolute heaven. I had never gone from sensual to sexual back to sensual before. It was incredible.
When he stopped I wasn’t quite sure what was next. I wasn’t even sure what I wanted next. I didn’t have to wait long to find out. I felt him move to the side of me. His hand grasped my mine as he massaged it briefly. I thought it was going to be hand massage. Instead me pulled my hand over and place is semi-hard cock in it. I couldn’t help but inhale sharply. I was shocked, but also ready. I wasn’t quite sure what his cock was going to be like. I was a little scared it was going to be bigger than Rodney’s. Thank god it wasn’t, that might be too much. Rodney was a freak. From what I could feel in my hand this was a solid mix between Rodney and Scott. As it continued to harden I realized that he was cut, thicker than Scott but shorter than Rodney. I used the oil to pump the shaft a few times. I would say it was about two hands full. It was the Goldilocks of cocks, I laughed to myself.
He let me stroke him for a bit before he repositioned and placed it at the opening of my mouth. I didn’t hesitate to put my lips around it. He began to slowly fuck my face as my head was against the bed. It was maybe the most comfortable blowjob I’ve ever given. I was a little confused as to how he was doing this. I was able to peak under the bottom of my blindfold to catch a glimpse. He was doing a plank over my head and then little push ups into my mouth. I’d call him a show off, but he thought I was blindfolded. He cock was just thick enough to stretch my mouth to the limit, but not as thick as Rodney. It was a challenge, just an accomplishable one.
Occasionally his cock would slip out and I’d run my tongue along the shaft. A few times his shaved balls made it my mouth as well. I couldn’t resist lightly sucking on them. Ted really enjoyed that as he would let them linger. Then he would pull back and put his hard dick back in my mouth. He push until my limit and then pull back out. At one point he got pretty fast, really fucking my face. It was rough and I liked it. This went on for about five or so minutes and then he stopped.
Ted had me put my feet flat on the bed and spread apart. I felt very vulnerable, but sexy as hell. My hot slit was on full display. After a brief minute I could feel his hot breath on my very wet pussy. He began to kiss the inside of my thighs. Starting at my knees and working his way down to my lips. Once at my pussy he would place his entire mouth around my vulva and run his tongue up and down, always pausing briefly at my clit. Then he would trail up the other leg and back down again.
I lost track of time as he did this. The constant change from sensual to sexual always had me on edge. My mind couldn’t decide which one it wanted more. I was always craving the other. Eventually he stopped kissing my thighs and went to work on my pussy. He would lick the whole slit and then spend a minute attacking my clit before giving it a break. The stop start nature was really building my orgasm. He would go hard and then back off, constantly changing tempo.
“I love the way you taste Kaylee. You have the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen. I can’t stop sucking on your beautiful lips. I can’t wait to feel them wrapped around my cock.”
Hyperbole? Probably, but I’m guessing this man has seen quite a few in his day so I choose to accept him at his word. It made me feel great about myself once again. That’s what made Ted so great, he really knew what to say to you at the right time. Even it was bullshit, it worked.
He was now going lower and lower with his tongue on each pass. At first I thought it was just a mistake, but no, he was making his way to my ass.
“Ooohhh Jesus…ahhhh…ahhh…ohhhh…ooohhhh…yessss!”
The feeling was intense. It was almost too much to take. It kind of tickled with mustache, but in a really good way. Then, when he really started working my asshole and clit together it was pure bliss. His fingers were rubbing my clit back and forth while his tongue worked my backside. When he started to slip his finger in my ass I knew I was going to cum. The orgasm was building immensely and it popped right when finger was all the way to the knuckle.
“Here it comes…oh my god…ooohhhh…mmmppffff…ahhhh…oh shit…oh shit….I’m cummmmmmminggggggg…yesss….yesss…yessssssssssss!”
My hips began to buck and my arms start hitting the bed. I couldn’t control my muscles. Everything in my body was shot full of adrenaline and dopamine. I just felt a flood of euphoria wash over my entire self. Ted slowly pulled his finger out and slowed his tongue on my clit as I came down. He planted light kisses around my pussy.
“Holy shit. That was so fucking intense Ted. What did you do to me!?!”
“That’s just the appetizer. We aren’t done yet.”
Fuck me, I wasn’t sure I could continue. I’ve been a one and done woman most of life, except for I guess my breeding sessions. Even then it was pretty short after. We hadn’t even fucked yet. Just as I was thinking that, I felt the large head of his cock at my entrance. As his cock sat there, waiting to enter me he began to massage my thighs. He knew I needed a small break, but by placing his cock there it was also reminding me of what’s to come. I loved the dichotomy of the situation.
He allowed me about five minutes to recover, then I started to feel his cock push ever so slowly inside me as he still massaged my legs. God I loved the way his huge head slowly spread me open. As he was rocking into me gently, he took my foot and pulled it up to his mouth. He was sucking my toes as worked that big cock into now very ready hole. It was hard to concentrate on both actions. I almost didn’t realize he was all the way inside me until I felt his balls resting on my asshole. Then things changed.
“It’s time to fuck now Kaylee. It’s all about sex now, get ready.”
He slowly slid his large phallus out until just the tip was at my entrance before thrusting back into me with force.
“Oh my god…yessssss…mmmppppfff…fuck…fuck…fuck…you feel so damn big inside me!”
He pulled my legs up and was now holding them at my knee pits, spread out. I was completely open to him. He pounded me mercilessly. Just really fucking me hard. I didn’t think I was into that type of sex. It was such a change from the earlier sensual stuff, but fuck me did it feel good. It was so rough and animalistic. I wasn’t a delicate pregnant wife at this point. I was a sex goddess and I fucking loved it. I was so damn wet that I could hear the slurping sounds every time his body made contact with mine. My ass was completely soaked.
I then felt him pull out and push my knees even further towards my head. I could his cock head now dancing around my anus. This felt amazing. He let go of one my legs, but I held it in position. I felt his dick start to rub around my asshole with more force. He must have been holding his cock with one hand and my leg with the other. Then I felt the pressure. He was pushing the large head of his cock against my tight asshole. Oh shit, he was going to fuck my ass. I didn’t know if I could do that. I tried it a couple of times in college, but it was never great. I briefly thought about using the safe word, but in reality it did feel pretty good this time.
Ted was going very slow and I was so wet that lubrication was definitely not a problem. In the past my boyfriends always seemed to jam it in. I can tell you, that is not fun. Ted’s tactic was much better. He was very gentle and slow. The pressure felt great…until his head popped thru my ring.
“Owww…owww…gentle…slowly.”
He backed off briefly and then started pushing again. That was always the worst part. That initial push through my anal ring. Now that he was past it I was starting to get used to the fullness. It was such a different feeling. Painful yet pleasurable. Then I felt him all the way in. He paused fully inserted and slowly began to pull out. Before his head was out he slowly pushed back in again. He was fucking my ass now.
He started slow with an increasing tempo. Once he was at full steam he started to rub my clit with his finger. That was the magic combination. The ass fucking felt good, but adding my clit made it amazing. Now I was getting more pleasure than pain. The pain was actually enhancing the pleasure. I could feel another orgasm quickly building.
“Oh my god Ted…yes…yes…fuck my ass…make me cum. MMmmmm….aaahhhhhh…fuckkk…fuuckk…here it comes…I’m going to cum againnnnnn!”
For the second time that night, a major orgasm ripped through my body. I could feel my pussy and ass both spasming. When I didn’t think it could get any better, I heard Ted about to cum as well.
“Oh fuck Kaylee…here it comes…I’m going to cum all over you…fuckkkkkkkkkk!”
He pulled out and began shooting ropes of cum on my pregnant belly. I could feel each one land on me. I felt about six different hot splashes. I took the blindfold off to watch the last two. Ted really did shoot ropes of cum. There six lines of cum laying across my belly. Not quite as much as Rodney, but still a healthy amount. He squeezed the last few drops out, which landed on my pussy, before laying down next to me.
“Holy shit Kaylee. That was fucking amazing. You might be the best I’ve ever had.”
“You weren’t so bad yourself. I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard twice in a row before. You have an amazing cock and stamina.”
“Feel free to take a shower and get cleaned up. You can stay the night if you’d like.”
I didn’t really know what to do. The shower sounded nice so I went with that to start. I had to think if I wanted to stay the night. It was certainly tempting. We were bound to fuck a whole lot more. That made me feel a little guilty though. It was one thing to have a fling, with my damn father-in-law, but it seemed way worse to spend the night for some reason. Again, humans are stupid and make no sense. Either way, I decided it would be best to leave.
I dried myself off and headed back into the room completely naked. Ted was still laying on the bed naked as well. His soft cock looked amazing flopped onto his leg. I couldn’t resist, so I quickly hopped on the bed and put his soft cock in mouth. It was just so pretty, I wanted to kiss it again. I gave it a few sucks and then let if flop back down as I stood up.
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I told him that I was planning to go home. He was disappointed, but understood. Told me there were lots of things we could have done. I agreed and said it was tempting, but overall best if I left.
“God you just look so amazing standing there nude. You sure you don’t want to continue what you started.”
Sure enough, I could see his cock plumping up. How was this older man able to recover so quickly. My god. Again, it certainly was good for my ego. I went for my dress thinking it was best to quell this situation, even though my mind was having second thoughts.
“Why don’t you join me on the balcony before you go. The view is amazing. You’ve got to see it before you go.”
“Well, ok I guess. It does look pretty amazing.”
He wrapped my discarded towel around his waste and led me out to the balcony. I had stuffed my bra into my purse and he still had my panties so I was full commando in my dress. The view was quite amazing. You could see the sparkling lights of the city with the mountains in the background. I leaned against the railing taking it all in. Ted came up behind me and wrapped his hands around my waste.
“Truly beautiful view. Almost as beautiful as you,” he whispered into my ear.
He once again began to kiss my neck. It felt so damn good. As he continued to kiss my neck I felt his hands travel down to the bottom of my dress. He slowly raised it until I could feel the night air on my bare ass. Then I heard the towel hit the floor. He was completely naked behind me. I could feel his now rock hard cock between my ass cheeks. His hands were caressing my breasts as he dry fucked my ass cheeks. He then bent lower and I felt his cock between my legs. I looked down and could see his cock sticking out from between my legs.
He sawed it back and forth a few times. The ridge of his crown was rubbing against my lips. I could feel my pussy getting wet again. I took one hand off the railing and used it to slot his head against my hole. Once it was in the right spot I pushed back. I think I got half his cock inserted in the first push.
“Uuuugghhhh,” I cried out into the night.
It didn’t take him long to push the rest of his fat log into my hot pussy. I backed up some more and spread my legs. He took the cue and began to fuck me from behind. I loved doggy. Something about the way a cock hit my insides. The way a man slams into my ass on each stroke. There was nothing romantic about it, it was just pure sex. Adding the outside element only enhanced those feelings. Ted fucked me hard agains the railing while he used his hands to massage my sensitive tits.
“OOohhhh yeahhhh….you feel so biggggg…I love fucking your huge cock Ted…I want you to cum inside me!”
Ted’s paced dramatically increased. He was now really hammering into me.
“I’m gonna fill up your pussy Kaylee…here it comes…take all my cummmmmmmm!”
“Yesssss….uuuuhhhhhhhhhh…mmmmpppfffff….here it comes…oh god it’s so fucking hot inside me now…I’m going to cum too…fuckkkkkkkkkkk!”
I felt his cock swell and start blasting my interior with his hot cum. For the third time that night my orgasm hit. I squeezed the railing with my hands as I cried out in passion. When Ted was finally done I felt his cock slip from my wet hole and then the flood of his cum drip out. It streamed out into a small puddle on the balcony.
“I’m sorry Kaylee, I just couldn’t help myself. I had to have you again.”
“It’s fine, I think I wanted it too. This is the only time this is happening so might as well make it count,” I lightly joked. I also wanted him to know this was a one time thing. I wasn’t looking for a long term affair or to leave Scott. I was about to start a family.